You can either read this first or second, it doesn't matter. It's like a prequel/sequel for Rebel Love. It is in Andy's P.O.V. and it starts off before he meets Ashley. It tells his side of everything through Rebel Love and afterwards. So I hope you guys like it. P.S. There will be some smut, and more killing than in Rebel Love. This is Twisted Fate.

Ever since two years ago, when Andy was first turned, his thirst has been contained and under control. But recently his thirst has become unquenchable. Not to mention the tent in his pants won't ever leave. These problems all started with one word: Ashley. These feelings are much like his vampirism, they're here for the long run. But how will Ashley react to these new found feelings? Will they be returned? How will Andy suppress his feelings much less his hunger? Because Andy isn't the only one with a surprising secret. (Andley) Meaning boyxboy so if your not for that, escape while you still can. For the rest enjoy!

A serial killer is on the loose in the streets of Scranton, Pennsylvania. Only thing is, he doesn't kill just anybody: He kills people who do awful and heinous crimes. Its up to Agent Chris Cerulli of the FBI to stop him, with the help of some collegues on the force, as well as outside. But what will he discover about this killer? Will he find him? Serial Killer AU || Motionless In White 《Contains Mature Content》

60 Days of smut challenge. Of course, I'm not uploading everyday, just whenever I get the chance to actually write a piece. Enjoy... I'll switch from Ashley Dom to Andy Dom around halfway through. So, from 1 to 30 it'll be Ashley Dom. 31-60 will be Andy Dom. This is only because I like it both ways.. Started July 2 2016

It's hard to trust those around you, especially when you've become the obsession of a serial killer. But for Andy, this is no ordinary game of cat and mouse. *will probs contain dirty shit* *Why do people like this story so much, it's probably the definition of cringe and terrible writing*

"Are you gay?" I asked, raising my voice slightly to be heard over the constant chatter of the other people sitting at the table. "Yes," Dallon replied without hesitation, topping up his tall cylindrical glass before pointing the bottle towards me. "Champagne?"